Luyện nghe bài hát Bird Feeder

I'm gettin' now
I gotta pry these vices off me that bolt me down
So let the gauge
I fill the pipes of my kitchen sink scotch
the glass out, do my dishes, sweep my spot
I was glossy-eyed smokin on my canopy
But all I really need is my family
I solace, I found a gal that don't bite
My heartbeats resembling the of calliope pipes
wanna be my dad's senile son
But my momma's death taught me how to my lungs
You see, cleanses me like a three mile run
It'll help me every dream I've spun

I am lookin' at my new front
I a bird feeder outta beer bottles lying on the floor
I am lookin at my new door
And I am not about to bite another apple core
I am a figure, a figure of sorts
Responsible in no time to keep my fuse
Still I'm, I'm here
If don't wanna love me, fuck 'em
I haven't changed, got sick of being what I wasn't

I will be confined by a
And ain't a mantra
I just think it's for me to wander
Throught the haze
The towns and promenades
Where corporate penpushers down their marmalade
of romance, Huxters
Avenue performers, twisting buskers
pill-shoveling slimeball shady pool hustlers
Discharge carcinogens outta car mufflers
My still breeds deers and wild foxes
My life is scattered all around the house in brown
I am an human, I am a man
That's suspicious of God's plan, you understand.

I am lookin' at my new door
I made a bird outta beer bottles lying on the floor
I am lookin at my new door
And I am not about to bite poisonous apple core
I am a figure, a father figure of
Responsible in no time to keep my short
Still I'm, I'm right
If they don't wanna me, fuck 'em
I haven't changed, just got sick of what I wasn't

I understood suicide better than
But it ain't for me, it's not my cup of tea
I accept the that my demons are presenting though
That means being with a six-year old
That means I admit when I'm wrong or we don't make
And just because we down doesn't mean we break up
And yeah, we got problems, so what
We share a love so robust
(bring the in)
I'm gonna those archaic guidlines
Have a family, healthy through my lifetime
I'm talkin' oxygen, flow, baseball practice
I yearn for a tracklist
My dad is 66-years old, he runs three miles other day
What can I say?
But these are the years, friends
I loved my but I would not do them again
begin, it goes

I am at my new front door
I made a bird feeder outta beer bottles on the floor
I am lookin at my new door
And I am not about to bite poisonous apple core
I am a figure, a father of sorts
Responsible in no time to keep my fuse
Still I'm, I'm right
If don't wanna love me, fuck 'em
I haven't changed, just got sick of being what I